newyorkmoments -- I think the line for the commie government cheese is right next to the commie government toilet paper line. I have a slight suspicion, however, they don't give you cheese; they just kick your ass.

cherry! -- My alcohol- related, self-destructive attitude is nowhere near slowing down; although, I have to think a number of my organs are. Good thing livers and kidneys grow back.

polyman2 -- I like that song; Particularly the whiskey and gun part. Perhaps I'll primer those lyrics on the side of my car.

honkeie2 -- That kicks ass, man. Thanks to you, one of our national treasures is well on his way to keeping his home.

cherry! -- Never let a friend--or anyone else for that matter--stand between you and alcohol. That just isn't right. Easiest way to accomplish this is to avoid making friends at all. It's never too late to burn bridges, either.

cherry! -- I did indeed drink and smoke too much over the weekend. And for the first time in years, I can say I truly needed it. Sometimes life is hard ... and sometimes life is cutting your organs out with a dull spork.

Anyway, congratulations on getting rid of a useless "friend." Perhaprs you can start a chapter of the Misanthropic Army in Italy. Cheers!

newyorkmoments -- Feel free to visit California and beat up some of the "lazy-assed loser piece of shit ass" folks. I think we have more than I can take care of myself.

neko -- I think I might post a bit of the story of my road trip on the ol' blog; then again, maybe I won't. Privacy is privacy.... Sometimes you can never return where you came from; not even if you have the presence of mind to do so.

badgerbob -- Good point; however, I must point out that communism isn't dead and is hardly harmless even now. After all, Kruschev said, "We will burry you," and he wasn't joking. Much like the devil, communism's greatest trick is making people believe it doesn't exist. Sleeping red dogs are still red.

God ain't that the truth re life!! It must have been a fab weekend though if you were getting tanked and smoking like a chimney. I imagine life's a dream again now after such a great rememdy. Back to making daisy chains and shit like that?

cherry! -- For the longest time I've been of the opinion that--as the band Anal Cunt says--it just gets worse. It generally does in my case; however, someone, probably a hippy, said something along the lines of hope springs eternal. Hey! At least the world is coming to an end.